The vast golden plain glows dazzlingly under the strong reflection of the sun, the wheat waves float in the boiling heat, and the skin that steps into it is instantly subjected to this scorching temperature, and when he completely enters, he is attracted by the bright golden tower-like ears of wheat, which is the rainy climate in early spring, and here is the scorching light of the fire.

Looking up, the white and blue sky was gone, replaced by a layer of colored glass, like a dense windshield, firmly covered. And in the outermost layer, through the colorful cover, you can vaguely see the sparkle between the stars, the starlight bond like the sand river, and a white ball of light larger than the other stars, surrounded by small stars, dotted with light, illusory, forming a shocking and wonderful picture.

Mebes's eyes widened, staring at the starlight outside the light curtain, as if she had never seen a star before. The night sky of Green Town at night is equally beautiful, blue sand grains dotted on the black cloth, mysterious and dark, sometimes there are shooting stars, but the night sky here, infinitely close, the process from far to near, from fantasy to reality is what fascinates him the most.

Gewu, who was also looking at the starry sky on the side, was not as serious and focused as him, but after a moment, he slowly withdrew his gaze and turned to look at the end of the golden wheat wave, his red eyes slightly retracted, as if he recalled some unfriendly experience.

The ragged young man gradually came back to his senses, a little shy, as if he was uncomfortable with his curious gaze, Gewu leaned over gracefully, bowed to the black-haired and blue-eyed boy in front of him, and said:

"Welcome to, Yuanmai Plains"

Mebis bowed in return, and then slowly followed in the footsteps of Gwitch. The plains are full of this golden wheat, and the huge grains of wheat fall on the tough stalks. The young man stretched out his slender fingers, like picking an ear of wheat and playing with it, but he was shocked to find that the ear of wheat was as hard as steel, firmly stuck to the wheat stalk, and let him exert all his strength, the golden wheat still stood still.

"How is it possible, the strength of the great knight's whole body can't even pull a small ear of wheat" pulled again and again, and the helpless Mebis held the wheat stick blankly, shocked in his heart.

"Haha~ha"

Gewu, who led the way in front of him, giggled and explained to him:

"This is the source of Jinmai, with your strength, you can't move it"

"Even if I don't use a special method, I can't pull it up with one hand."

Mebis suddenly realized, withdrew his hands in a daze, and followed behind the tall figure of Gewu with a weak heart.

The abnormal climate on the plain quickly made the boy hot, after a long journey, his body had already oozed a lot of sweat, the dry throat mulberry was accompanied by a feeling of nausea and vomiting, almost the top physical fitness of mortals was defeated by the heat, the raging heat wave waved in the layers of gold, and the thick source golden wheat enjoyed the baptism of the scorching sun, forming a strange contrast with the sluggish boy underground.

With a wave of his hand, a black shadow slowly covered the young man's figure. Mebeston felt a cool dispel from the heat, and around his body was like a wall blocking the heat, and a dark shadow followed closely at his feet, and it bowed its head to Gwitch, who didn't care, but told him to follow.

"Strange man," he thought to himself.

The golden wheat fields were endless, and Mebes faintly saw a figure appear in the gold in front of her. The visitor was dressed in the same black tuxedo and white gloves as Gewu, but underneath the lean clothes were limbs like sticks of wood. The round sphere is carved with two black dots, and it wears a high-angled round hat on its head, a tie in the shape of a bow, and a mouthful of exaggerated black lines written into a mouth, and a small wooden pipe in the corner of the mouth.

"Dear Lord Gewu," the scarecrow greeted in his hoarse voice.

Then the little black dot like a mung bean stared at Mebis, shaking his round head and swaying for a long time, as if he couldn't think of any words, ignoring Mebis on the side, and drove to the wheat field with a limp to take care of these cuties who looked easy to talk to.

Gewu looked at Tik with a rare positive color and said softly

"It's very special, it's a puppet made from the source gold wheat straw, and I haven't touched anyone else except me"

"I'm a little autistic in my personality, so I don't have to worry about it"

"But ~a very dutiful ~servant~" suddenly reverted to that strange tone in the second half of the sentence.

Mebis looked at the scarecrow in amazement, such a vivid alchemy was almost comparable to the thing called 'technology' in the other world, and even far surpassed. He is becoming more and more interested in the wizarding world, strange powers, profound knowledge, and more importantly, the sources of ingredients are undoubtedly more diverse, hey, just like this golden wheat, through the hard wheat husk, you can ask about the rich wheat aroma, not to mention the use of food, hum, that taste.

The boy thought to himself, completely forgetting his apprehension when he came in. It seemed like a long time had passed, and by the time they stepped into a shady bush, the wheat field had left them.

In front of me is a pair of thorny bushes. There was no other tree, but a thorny vine of various colors, thicknesses, and thorns, and if viewed from the air, a huge needle-like shadow was firmly entangled like an ant's nest, stretching to the end of the wheat wave.

Dressed in black, Gewu gracefully walked through the thorn crevices, looking particularly calm in the thorn bushes full of sharp hooks, but Mebes had no idea how Gewu had penetrated the gap that could only pass through his fingers. He was about to smash these vulnerable plants with his body, when the Gewu in front of him said in a calm tone:

"Any thorn here can kill you."

"Thousand. Ten thousand. No. To bump into"

Mebis, who was accumulating strength, was cold when she heard Galwitch's words, and looked at the middle-aged gentleman who was still smiling. Constantly looking for a way forward, Gewu walked leisurely ahead, not seeming to be in a hurry, and sometimes stopping to observe the young man's embarrassed and cautious posture with interest.

Slowly passing over a purple-dark, as thick as a giant python, the sharp hook-like barbs were still dripping with a trace of venom, like the porcupines in the forest full of sharp hooks, and the thorns were undoubtedly superior. The colorful pythons are coiled on top of each other, looking dark and cold.

"Maybe you'll really die if you run into it," I thought to myself.

Then I felt ignorant of my boldness, what could grow here, whether it was the golden plain with a temperature like a flame before, or the poisonous thorns in front of me, full of danger and unknown, often danger lurked in it.

As he went deeper with caution, he saw some white, strangely fragrant buds growing on the ugly thorns. This time, Mebis learned wisely, and instead of going up to satisfy her curiosity, she turned around and looked for a place away from the flower buds to continue walking.

"Very good choice," Gwitch praised, who walked slowly ahead.

"Deaththorn won't like you to smell its treasures, especially the buds that are close to maturity"

Then he uttered an inexplicable and wonderful sentence, "There are always people who do crazy things to get close to perfection, but they put their precious lives on the cost of it,"

There was a sad look on the right side of his face, but Mebis behind him didn't see it, and the two continued to walk until they came out of the edge of the jungle.